After that, I called "Information, Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia is. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk which I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruit and nuts. (Read Related : Falling In Love Quotes) Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information, Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child but I was inconsolable. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing
so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only
to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a
cage?" I was on the telephone on another day. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information, Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. (Read Related : Bedtime Stories Online) As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I had after calling "Information, Please". I now appreciate how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. Information Please Part 1 | 2 | 3
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